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The Alien   by Greg Delanty

I'm back again scrutinizing the Milky Way
of your ultrasound, scanning the dark
matter, the nothingness, that now the heads say
is chockablock with quarks & squarks,
gravitons & gravitini, photons & photinos. Our sprout,

who art there inside the spacecraft
of your Ma, the time capsule of this printout,
hurling & whirling towards us, it's all daft
on this earth. Our alien who art in the heavens,
our Martian, our little green man, we're anxious

to make contact, to ask divers questions
about the heavendom you hail from, to discuss
the whole shebang of the beginning&end,
the pre–big bang untime before you forget the why
and lie of thy first place. And, our friend,

to say Welcome, that we mean no harm, we'd die
for you even, that we pray you’re not here
to subdue us, that we’d put away
our ray guns, missiles, attitude and share
our world with you, little big head, if only you stay.


October 9th, 2009

The fine art of procrastination…


I think we are all born with this gift of procrastination. Some develop this gift over the years to a true talent. Perhaps these are those that decided to stay in the womb past maturity. I myself, am procrastinating as I am writing this right now. I think I have perfected this art. It has become a game, sometimes a dangerous one.


I am procrastinating packing for my move, as I have never been a big “baby steps” person. I know a bit of an oxymoron, but relevant. I put a looming task on a full plate and have trouble breaking it down to simple bites and pieces. I know how to feed children, but can’t feed myself. It’s all or nothing. And then the game comes in…


THE GAME: Procrastination Princess- The Rules: How long can I wait and still make it work and work well? I played it in elementary, middle school, high school, college and into my life. Example: I am not trying to tout my intelligence here, but learning came easily, a blessing? Perhaps we should rethink that. I was bored and therefore I created my own excitement by waiting to the last minute and cramming, or not doing my homework because it was 10% of the grade, and I knew I would ace all the exams, still getting the A or a B on occasion.  But who really is winning?


I was cheating myself. I use to stay up hours into the morn cramming for those A grades. I now have insomnia, as I am stressed at the things that need to be done. I put off going to the emergency room because I thought I could beat an infection that was killing me. Fear has driven me for so long, which I think drives procrastination.


Part of me does not want to let it go, as it is a talent I have perfected over the years and the game in my mind is one that I won, but it is a losing battle. No matter how many times I win, I lose, as I am fighting myself. 


Do you fight an internal battle with yourself? I do believe in the concept of “baby steps”, but how do you change an engrained behavior? Perhaps find a different game. I’d like to learn chess, one of the few my dad and I never played. Perhaps, that could get me the same intellectual stimulation of my Procrastination Princess game!


I send you blessings and ask for your prayers for the move. My angels and God have brought me to my new home. One that will be full of love, so release of fear will aid the procrastination, and perhaps a good game of chess…


I leave you with one of my favorite Coldplay songs…


Remember it’s such a perfect day;-)

With Love and Mizpah

Jennifer L. Jones


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